"Look at me."
His eyes fluttered open.
I stopped moving and let him tremble, his cock pulsing untouched against my stomach, and didn't come.
"Good," I said, soft. "There you go."
He made a sound that was almost a sob.
"Now. Don't touch yourself."
I moved again, and he broke after three thrusts. His cock pulsed between us untouched, striping white across both our stomachs.
I lasted four more thrusts before I came inside him with my forehead pressed to his and my hand fisted in his hair, and I thought, clear as a bell: That's done. Not the sex. The decision.
I stayed inside him with my forehead against his and listened to both of us breathe.
"Don't pull out yet," he said.
"I wasn't going to."
"Want to feel it settle."
"Yeah." I tightened my grip on his hip. "Stay there. Take it."
We stayed like that long enough for the water to start running cold at the edges. When I finally pulled out, he hissed and caught himself with a hand on my shoulder, and I watched my cum start to run down his thigh and I put my hand over it and pushed it back up against him.
"Keep it."
He laughed, breathless. "How do you expect me to do that?"
"Squeeze. Whole drive into town. Whole breakfast. Anywhere you sit today, I'm in you."
"Christ."
"You got a problem with that?"
"No."
"Say it."
"No problem."
I left my hand against him a moment longer. Then I turned him around and washed him again. Slower. There was no heat in it now, just my hands on him, getting the soap where it needed to go, careful with the mark on his neck. He stood with his hands braced on the tile and let me. The bite was ugly, deep red bruising around the teeth marks. I cleaned it with my thumb, and he didn't flinch.
"It'll scar."
"Yeah."
"That alright with you?"
He turned around and looked at me.
"Ransom," he said, patient. "I wouldn't have asked for it if it wasn't alright with me."
"You didn't ask for it."
"I asked for everything else. You were paying attention to the rest." He reached up and pushed wet hair off my forehead. "Figured you could fill in the blank."